Eliza eventually settled on the Dragon Roll. She didn’t know anything about Japanese cuisine despite working for a seafood distributor. Whatever it was she assumed it had to be decent. The waiter took her menu away and she sat there sipping ice water for some time. Eventually he came back and delivered her order to her. A cooked blue colour sat on the Seaweed holding the sushi together and Eliza wasn’t sure what she should do when it came to the green blob and strips of pink something or other on the side. She also didn’t know how to use chopsticks so she just reached forward and plucked a piece up with her hands before biting into it and causing the entire thing to fall apart. She scrambled to get the fallen debris into her mouth and seconds later she was chewing on the strange foreign cuisine that seemed to set all her tastebuds alight. At first it was a strange and alien dish that tasted kind of bad but after a few seconds it somehow tasted better, almost like a familiar dish she’d eaten hundreds of times. She swallowed it and nodded before looking over everything. She grabbed a thing of soya sauce and poured it into a small dish. She proceeded to dip the next piece in like the sauce was ketchup and immediately she felt salt lather her tongue when she bit into the sushi. It was awful, too much in fact. However she choked it down and shook her head before lifting up the dish of soya sauce and slowly pouring it over the remaining sushi, just a light drizzle to add a touch of salt to each piece. The next one was better. Much better, but it was missing something, Ginger! Yes it was missing Ginger!
Eliza grabbed at the pink strips and tore them to pieces before applying a piece to each remaining bit of sushi. The next piece was much better with the taste of ginger tapping her tongue. She frowned figuring something else was missing before she mentally slapped herself and reached forward grabbing the wasabi. Her fingers applied a tiny streak to each remaining piece before she bit into one and savoured the medley of tastes. Her hands fell on the chopsticks and she furrowed her brow wondering why she was being so rude and eating with her hands. She tore open the paper packaging and drew the wooden sticks out snapping them apart and holding them as well as she knew how to hold a fork. She ate the remainder of her meal like that, though the changes didn’t stop. Her skin paled and her face changed shape while her eyes began to take on an almond appearance until she had Japanese facial features. Her hair darkened into a very dark black and grew longer and straighter down her back. A light Japanese accent grew in her voice while the language became something she had learned. Her breasts sheunka little while her ass also began to cushion her a little less. Her entire body became more slender but retained it’s appeal.
A strip of fabric emerged in her hair, a small scarf keeping it in a tail, her clothing remained Americanized while a large tattoo of a dragon curled down her arm, Japanese ink and design and featuring a few splashes of eye catching colour. Eliza smiled as she became a Japanese girl born in the americas and random customs and practices emerged into her mind. She smiled and sat back rather pleased with the meal. She wiped her lips and folded her hands gently in front of her aware that she had changed but not complaining about it. It just felt right.